Ready for the gym!
A little nervous and
self conscious of my new
challenge and goal,
but determined to see it through.

The choices I have made are bad for my health.
I see it everyday on my waist, my chin, my feet
and knee.
My pots and pans are arranged just so,
granite counters, black fancy appliances
and gorgeous they are.
They are not my friends
because I have misused their trust--
as doctors plainly report.

I need to loose weight,
I need to loose weight
is what they all say.
I hear them loud and clear
thru their stethoscopes and
white coats.
I need to make better choices
I see.

Choose greener greens,
more fruity fruit.
Stay away from those sweeties
on my shiny granite counters
that has put on all this extra weight.

I don’t know how I’m not ashamed to say.
But learn I will.
To sauté and use only a pinch of this.
To blend and add a dash of that.
And, use portions and be conscious of them!
Oh, yes I will if I want to get rid of this
on my hips.

Despite it all, I know Jesus loves me
--unconditional love.
What matters is inside and
not what size blouse I use.
But I need this body to carry out His
work, so better choices I need
to make.

My cherry wood cabinet, rounded corners
And ceramic tile floor
will become my friend and
not my enemy,
and my Lord as always,
because better choices
I will make.

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I like your poem/story. I like the way you characterized the items in the kitchen. This certainly is a new take on being in the kitchen. Thanks for that! I struggle with poems, but glad you have them down.

This is a lovely poem that will touch many people. I had been super skinny my whole life. Even with all three, full-term pregnancies the most I weighed was 135 or so. Everyone told me I'd never have to worry about losing weight but they were wrong. Your story took me to simpler days while giving me a vision of the future if I can't find a way to redeem myself. I think the best part for me was no matter what her weight was the MC was happiest in the kitchen and used thst guide to help better herself. Good job.

It's refreshing to read an entry with a different perspective on the kitchen--how we have to be careful to keep our often-favorite place our friend and not our enemy. Thanks for sharing what you felt about being "in the kitchen." You did a good job of keeping the tone of your poem light and hopeful. In spite of the fact that your "shiny granite counters" and "cherry wood cabinets" have played a part in sabotaging your health, your choice of words shows that you still see your kitchen as a place that can be changed because your narrator has declared victory.